Grace’s POV

I must have dozed off, because suddenly Maya was shaking my shoulder.

“Grace,” she whispered urgently. “Something’s happening.”

I blinked awake, confused. The room was dimmer than before, only a small wall light casting shadows. Hunter was on his feet, leaning over Helena. A nurse was checking machines, moving quickly.

“What’s going on?” I asked, rising.

Maya shook her head. “I don’t know. Her monitors started going crazy.”

The nurse pressed a button on ...